Well, we are finally missionaries. Sort of. We received it in the mail today. Of course we will not open it until tonight with the kids all gathered around, and of course the grand kids. One daughter, Emily and Kris will be there through modern technology, through Skype. Will may not be able to be there, but the rest will be there, and we shall open that envelope and find out when and where.
Those at work can't figure it out and want to peek in and know NOW. One came in the office and asked, "Did your mother call?" I replied, "No, she is dead." Then they started to laugh. They said that everyone they had been around (the young ones) always said their mother called.
So our waiting is over, sort of. Anyway, we will know tonight part of it. I am just afraid that we might have to wait six months before we can go. If we need to manicure our finger nails, grow long hair, or get whiter hair, or who knows what, but the church site says that some seniors have to wait six months to go.
Maybe the receiving of the call is just the beginning of the waiting. Well, we shall know soon.
It is hard to concentrate on anything right now. The wishes of Christ, the Apostle who reviewed our papers, our future for 18 months has been set and we are counting the days/weeks/months before we can go, but we ARE GOING.
We started dreaming about our mission a long time ago. We started the count down last June 9th, though it had been a dream before then. Tonight it will be real. ...dream dreams and see visions... and work toward them....
I will write tomorrow about the OPENING.
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